Ella’s POV
“You can go back to the living room.” Dad said thirty-five minutes after we have entered the kitchen. “I can do the rest by myself.”
“Let’s do it together.” I replied, not wanting to go back to the living room now and be idle or listen to the guys talk. I love being busy.
He smiled and shook his head. “You should go. There is nothing much to do here anyways. We just have to leave the food to cook.”
I sighed. I shouldn’t have been stubborn when he had explained that. “Okay, dad. Be out soon.”
“I will be right after you.” He nodded.
I walked out of the kitchen and found Kevin waiting by the door. Even though I knew he was there waiting for me, I walked past him as if I didn’t know he was there.
“Ella,” he called out, walking after me.
I pretended not to hear him. He rushed towards me and I gasped as I felt his hand on mine, yanking me towards him and turned me to face him.
“Are you still mad at me?” He asked, staring into my eyes.
Uh? I melted as I stared into his eyes. I forgot that I was mad at him. He hadn’t done anything about his hair and it still looked as ruffled as it had looked when I had seen him earlier on my way to the kitchen, making all my initial naughty thoughts come back to life.
I was done for. How could I be angry at this raw mass of sexiness? How could I stay mad at him? I realized that I couldn’t. Maybe I was never mad at him and only pretending to be to get his attention.
His nostrils flared and his eyes widened as he looked at me, blinking in surprise. “Ella,” he breathed, my name on his voice a groan.
I sighed, knowing I had been caught. He had sensed my arousal and knew where my thoughts were headed to.
“Come here.” He said, pulling me by the hand and walking me away from the kitchen and towards his bedroom.
I followed him without an argument knowing that was the best decision we could ever make in this situation. I was one second close to leaning over, wrapping my hands around his neck and kissing the hell out of his lips and that would be embarrassing later when my dad comes out and finds me kissing a guy I had just told him I was mad at for being so overprotective.
Moreover, any of the men could decide to check in on what was going on in the kitchen at that time and find us kissing. I knew they all knew we were mates but I didn’t want them to have memories of me and Kevin kissing stuck in their brains. I was forever going to feel like they were laughing at me anytime they teased me after that.
Kevin entered his bedroom and pulled me in and closed the door, trapping me against the frame.
“Ella,” he said, resting his head on mine.
“Kevin.” I breathed, affected by his proximity. My breathing was getting heavier as my chest pumped up and down. I wanted him so badly and he knew with the smirk on his face and the glint in his eyes.
I sighed, damning him in my head. Damn him for affecting me this much. He was like a drug that I was insanely addicted to and couldn’t get out of my system.
Heck, I didn’t even want him out of my system.
I moved my body, trying to force him to make a move other than holding me pinned down under him and shifting his gaze between my eyes and my lips.
Kiss me if you want to. I wanted to yell at me.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, looking hesitant as he stared at me.
I snorted. He knew what the answer was and I wondered why he had to ask. Did he think I was going to bite his lips off? I couldn’t deny that the question sounded hot and turned me on though.
“I thought you would have done it already.”
He chuckled. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I found out I couldn’t stay mad at you. Kiss me already, Kevin. I’m burning up.*
He chuckled. “Let’s cool you down, mate.” He said, bringing his lips forward.
I anticipated his kiss and closed my eyes, leaning forward.
“Ella, Kevin.”
I cursed at the knock on the door just as it remained a fraction of an inch for Kevin’s lips to touch mine.
“What is it?” Kevin growled.
Logan chuckled. “The food is ready. Zeke asked me to get you too.”
“We will be out soon.” Kevin sighed, resting his forehead on mine. His breath felt hot on my face and I knew how worked up he was. I was as well.
I placed my hand on his face and kissed him. He groaned and pulled me closer, slipping his tongue into mine. I loved this and couldn’t wait to get more of him. Dinner could wait. I didn’t think I cared about dinner at this moment. I only cared about the man in front of me, pulling me into his arms and doing some magic on my brain and melting it softly with his drugging kisses.
I was enchanted. I was hooked and gone.
“Ella! Kevin!”
I heard dad’s voice breaking through the fog in my brain and disrupting the kisses. I chuckled as I broke free from Kevin and looked up to see him laughing as well.
Honestly, my dad was a sweetheart but he had the worst timing ever.
Dad called again. “You wouldn’t like the meal cold. Whatever you are talking about or not talking about can wait.”
I winced, feeling blushes covering my skin at his words. I knew what he actually wanted to say was whatever we were doing could wait.
Logan must have told them what he suspected us to be doing.
“You look beautiful when you blush.” Kevin said.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Don’t start with me.”
He chuckled. “Let’s go before your dad comes up to drag us here by himself.”
I smiled, nodding my head in agreement. “Let’s go.”
He slipped his fingers into mine and smiled when I didn’t remove my hands from his.